As I sit here a year later I begin to wonder what happened. How could something so beautiful fall apart. Maybe I want you back, but even if I did I don’t think there’s a chance. You seem happy where you are, doing your own thing. It’s just a shame, we could have really been something.
and then there was me, a queer girl in the catholic church with traditional parents. i grew up with a fingernail caught in my throat. i changed the words to songs so i’d be singing about boys. i was scared of “gay”. my mother told me it meant happy but i knew it meant being pushed to the floor of the bus. i remember my bible school teacher telling us that the greatest sin a woman can have is not giving a man her love. i remember realizing i liked girls and putting it in a box i labelled dirty and couldn’t bring myself to touch. when i came out i had to ask if my parents still loved me, like the idea of their acceptance ended where my sexuality began. they pull back when i accidentally slip and admit i like a girl. they promise the church doesn’t hate us, just doesn’t let us get married under god’s roof with god present. oh it’s a fine marriage, we accept it, but technically in the eyes of the church i’m living in sin. it would be better if i liked men. when i was 7 i was sure i was going to unhappily marry a man just to make my parents happy. at 23 i might marry a man just to make my parents happy.
god was this hard thing we couldn’t figure out how to handle. god came beyond the doors of the church. my god answered me at night but reminded me to cower. my god killed my brothers and sisters in the hands of others. how am i to reconcile that god that felt like love and belonging with the god called down in conversion camps. how am i to say i love the light of god when i have seen it burn the flesh of others.
i watch it still. for a while i was spitting and hissing and wouldn’t let god near me. i think it was better then, when i had shut my doors to the idea of it. once i tried to find god again i found myself desperately lost in the forest.
i was always so alone in church. always different. it wasn’t until i mentioned it once in an online chat that i found someone else who had gone through the same thing. how terrible, to form a community of people who have all been cast out. how powerful.
we, together, discussing at two a.m if god is real and if she is where she begins and ends. my brothers and sisters and family - we are all so strong for having survived this. for having been spat out by what should have accepted us. that first community. that first slap. the book that taught us not all books are homes. the book that i spent hours combing over looking for where my flaws were entombed. that curse that keeps following us, doggedly, just when we thought we shook it off - watching others take god as an excuse to punish us, to put into law our discrimination, to enact and enforce violence against us. “god loves you,” we were told. is this what god looks like? our first relationship with abuse?
i am stuck with an eternity of questions. can we find our own god? can we find her in each other? do we leave god entirely, and just find love in the stories of us lost lambs? is god worth it? was the word of god really to ruin us? is god even to blame for any of this, or is this how humans are when they find something to hit?
all i know is this: i am not alone. and if you’re like me, come to me. talk. i’ll listen. god only knows nobody else did.
Good morning, rebel army! I’ve been asked a handful of times if I’m selling my designs as prints, stickers, t-shirts, and other products anywhere. The other day I was talking to @virginialy about it, and it gave me the idea of opening a RedBubble store!
I’ve uploaded a handful of my Dragon Age illustrations, including some from this blog! Throughout the week, I’ll be creating some more, most of them featuring Apostate Hobo Life’s Solas on them since it’s the thing everyone requested the most. We all love our Stinky little elf.
Please share this post and feel free to send me any suggestions you might have, if there’s anything you’d like me to draw so that you can purchase that design! I’m more than happy to comply.
Thank you all for your endless support and love. Solas and I love you back with all our little elven hearts. Stay safe!
Harry is grumpy because you refuse to cuddle with him, you opted to soak up as much sun as you could while the band was in Mexico. He wanted nothing more than a lazy poolside cuddle and as he watched you lay out in the sun soaking up the rays he couldn’t fight the pout that took over his face. You just laugh to yourself when you catch him making a big ordeal by grabbing a pillow off the couch and hugging it closer to his body and huffing and puffing as he tried to get comfortable with it. When you see him start to close his eyes with the pout still on his face is when you decide to get up off the lounge chair and make your way over to him on the couch. Harry acts as if you’re not even there when you get close enough to snatch the pillow away from him, he just wraps his arms around his body making you roll your eyes. “Oh scoot over you big lump” is all you say as you lay down on the couch behind him instantly wrapping your arms around his middle and giving him a nice squeeze. “I’m tha little spoon.” He would mumble as he laced his fingers with yours before bringing them to his lips for a quick kiss, you would just smile and nuzzle your head into his back happy to have the pout off his face and your arms around him.
Sorry about the abrupt break in the story but I’m currently … let’s just say not in a great place, shall we? … Anyway! I haven’t had the motivation to do any scenes for the story BUT tomorrow Mr Sandwich and I are going to visit my parents for about a week so hopefully while I’m down there I’ll be able to write up some scenes and I can start working on them when I get back home. Hopefully then I’ll also have the energy to finish off some CC I’ve been working on too lol
So until then I’ll probably be even quieter than I have been recently but I hope everyone has a great week and happy simming lovelies!
Summary: A sleepless pyrokinetic steals his heart before dawn. He’s pretty sure that he’s got a shot at happiness this time.
Word Count: 782
A/N: I may or may not have listened to Sweet Creature while writing this. (This is also one of the longest things I’ve ever written and I’m actually proud of it) AND I reached 517 followers so thank you everyone!
He turns a page from The Great Gatsby, a book that Sam has suggested awhile back because It’s a damn classic and he’s “way to old to miss it” apparently. With Bucky wide awake, it’s hard to ignore the sound of light footsteps coming from the dark hallway.
There’s light coming from the end of the living room and he doesn’t expect to see Y/N knowing that he’s usually the only one who’s awake at this time of the night— so he decides that he doesn’t want to spend the evening alone. Y/N’s eyes are laid on the skyscrapers, the colors of red, green and yellow flashing below her. The shuffling from behind distracts her, seeing Bucky walk his way to the terrace carrying a bottle of water in one hand.
“Do you mind?” He asks, pointing to the empty space beside her.
“No, not at all. Go ahead.” Her voice is soft, hair tied to a loose ponytail with the wind blowing right through it. She hugs her knees to her chest and he hands her the drink. Y/N stares at it for awhile before he chuckles and asks her if she’d want to take a sip, she politely rejects his offer and Bucky nods his head.
“I’ve never seen you out here before.” Y/N gives him a confused look. “In the middle of the night, I mean.”
She lets out a long sigh. “The sleeping pills hasn’t been working for me lately.”
The two barely had a conversation from the moment Bruce brought Y/N to the compound. It never bothered him as nothing but a few “good mornings” were spoken. However, with Y/N by his side, there are a lot of unanswered questions in his mind. She fascinated him and he loved it.
“What is it that you do? What brought you here?” Y/N was taken aback. She never openly talked about her childhood apart from the first time she met Bruce because for some reason, he just knew. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.“
“It’s not that, it's—” She pauses, frowning to herself as the memories start to fill her brain once more. “My dad. He treated me as an experiment rather than his own daughter.”
“It didn’t work out at first.” She continues. “I almost burned the whole lab down.” A small flame appears on the tip of her finger, smoke beginning to fill the air. Y/N hasn’t fully accepted that part of her yet but she’s getting there.
“There’s nothing great about it, to be honest.”
Bucky shrugs his shoulders as silence consume them. ”I think it’s pretty cool.“ He states, she looks away for awhile and smiles. Like, really smiles with her eyes brightening up. “Thank you.” Her voice no higher than a whisper.
“Tell me about yourself, James.” Bucky scrunches his nose at the use of his first name, a laugh escaping Y/N’s lips as she crosses her arms. “Well, what do you want to know?” He mimics her actions with a smirk planting on his face.
The rest of the night is filled with laughter, the whirring and honking of cars in the city, ten minutes turn into an hour and suddenly, it’s three in the morning with Y/N fast asleep on his shoulder. Bucky glances down on her with tight lips.
She keeps him relaxed in ways he doesn’t know.
He carries Y/N to her room, aware of her uneasy position on the wooden bench. Bucky makes a mental note to clean up the shattered ashtray first thing tomorrow, accidentally breaking it while attempting to place his arms around her.
Morning comes with Nat, Clint, and Sam having a chat at the dining table. “You and Y/N, Barnes?” Sam asks when he walks in the room, pouring a splash of milk in his coffee at the same time. Bucky’s eyes widen, almost dropping the paper bag filled with shards of glass in his hands. “What?” He stutters.
“Y’all woke me up from my damn sleep last night.”
Clint’s mouth opens in shock and Nat wriggles her eyebrows. “Doing what?” She hums.
“Don’t start, Natalia.”
“You fallin’ for the dame, Buck?”
Bucky groans when Steve joins in. “We were just talking.”
His best friend gives him a pat on the back, desperately trying to hold back a smile. “You didn’t answer my question.”
After what happened last night amidst two hearts, he’s pretty sure that he’s got a shot at happiness this time.
Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Jessica), mention of AJ x Charlotte
Word Count: 1,863
Summary: Jessica, a stylist for WWE, has a special friendship with AJ Styles, spending most of her time with him. But after the Superstar Shake-up and Charlotte coming to Smackdown, Jessica’s relationship with AJ changes drastically. And Jessica is not sure she can handle these changes.
Inspiration: “It’s my mistake for not making you love me more. It’s my mistake for loving you more than you love me. I did not make you love me more as much as I do. It’s my mistake” - SNSD “My Mistake”
My Mistake Masterlist
That night after the
show AJ head to the hotel wore out. The brutal match with Jindar taking a toll
on his body, and then all this stuff with Jessica and Charlotte is mentally exhausting.
He is actually thankful that Charlotte decided to ride with Becky; he needed a
break and a chance to think everything over. He checks the time and sees how
late it actually is. There is no way Jessica will want to talk to him now, she
will be too tired.
‘I’ll just wait until tomorrow to talk to her. Let her
calm down from tonight and get a good nights rest.’ AJ thinks to
He sets his phone
down with a sigh and then heads to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed.
Past Lena was a dick. That was all she could say right now. The early morning sun was blasting through the opened curtains that she’d been far too preoccupied to close the night before. She growled, burying her face in Kara’s hair in an attempt to ward off her hangover.
Kara let out a soft whine, dragging Lena in close. “Stop moving.”
“Don’t tell me what to do Danvers…”
Lena watched one of Kara’s blue eyes open and fixate on her, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll revoke that.”
//so I was thinking this morning (always a dangerous sign) that I’ve talked a bit recently about how the Tumblr RP community isn’t always very good at encouraging people to find ways to manage or get to their drafts, and is instead more likely to coddle peoples’ anxieties without actually helping them at all.
So this is a post of a few tips and tricks that might help RPers manage some of the more common anxieties I see crop up in our circle. Now, I’m not a full psychologist and nor am I licensed counselor. But I do have my master’s degree in clinical psychology with the intention to go on for the PhD (or get licensed to practice if I don’t get into a program) so I do kinda know what I’m talking about. Hopefully some of this advice is a little helpful:
1. “My drafts just stress me out.” This is a pretty common complaint, but I think in most circumstances it’s caused by stress going on outside of the RP world. Take a step back and breathe. Handle whatever is going on in your real life. That always comes first. If you come back and your drafts are still causing you to feel panicky, the next step is to find out the more specific reasons why. That’s going to help you best address the anxiety. Read on for some common reasons.
2. “I’ve gotten so behind, there’s so many and I’m overwhelmed.” This happens all the time! You take a hiatus for a week or two, or life just got really busy for a while, or just lost muse and now it’s back. But in the meantime, your drafts have piled up- suddenly you’re looking at 20, 50, 100- how do you even start?
The best way I’ve found to handle this is to break them up into smaller chunks. It might be helpful to copy and paste your partners’ replies over into one or more word documents. You can then further organize those word documents even more. One for short replies, one for long, one for medium length. Or you can organize by muses, by how long the draft has been in your folder- whichever way you want to handle this. If you want to put one reply per document, you can organize them into folders instead. How you do this is entirely up to you.
Set a small goal for yourself- even one draft a day is better than no drafts at all.
But by breaking the work up into chunks, you’ve taken a lot of the pressure off yourself. A goal of 1-5 drafts a day is a lot better than looking at all 50.
Another tip- use the queue! Or simply keep completed drafts saved in the drafts folder until you’ve caught up enough to start posting. The queue will stagger your posts so replies aren’t coming out all at once, and your partners aren’t able to immediately reply back. And obviously keeping them in drafts even after they’re done lets you have more time to catch up. These are just a couple of tips, however, and there are probably other good ways to manage drafts. Find what works best for you!
And don’t be afraid to drop a couple if you have no muse for those threads anymore. Just let your partner know, they’ll understand. And if they don’t, they’re just an asshole and who needs that, right? It is better to communicate that you’re dropping them, however, so you’re partner isn’t left hanging.
3. “I haven’t replied in weeks, I’m worried my partner hates me.” I guarantee this is not true. Most people in the rp community are very understanding of slow response time. Your partners want to rp with you- they’ll be thrilled to see a response, even if it’s been several weeks. Responding, even slowly, shows a lot more dedication and excitement over your threads.
So if it’s been several weeks, and you finally have muse for that thread and want to reply to it, but feel guilty or anxious because it’s been so long- reply anyway. Your partner will be so happy to see your response.
Another way to alleviate this anxiety is to simply talk to your partner. And I know, this can be scary- but sometimes you have to bite the bullet and do the thing that makes you anxious. Take it slow if you need to, but communication is the best way to feel better about it. And I guarantee, you are going to feel so much more proud of yourself if you did the thing that made you anxious than if you didn’t.
That goes for replying as well.
4. “I feel so inadequate compared to others. I should just stop.” This is an example of what mental health professionals call a “negative automatic thought”, or “NAT”. And like real gnats, these little thoughts get all up in your ears and start buzzing around. They can spiral out of control very quickly, until you feel absolutely terrible about yourself. These thoughts are very common in people with both anxiety and depression.
But the thing is, they can be changed. You can actually re-wire your brain with a little work so that it won’t think these thoughts quite as often. One of the most effective ways is to simply replace the negative thought with a positive one- even if you don’t believe it. So if your negative thought is “I’m horrible compared to other people,” a replacement thought could be “No, I’m just as good as anyone else,” or “my writing is unique to me and it has value.”
You will not believe yourself at first, and it will seem a little bit weird when you start. It’s also a little challenging- your negative thoughts are automatic, you’re so used to thinking them that you aren’t even fully aware of it it half the time. But when you do catch yourself spiraling off into those negative thoughts- try to stop them. This is something we teach in therapy and over time, it does help. And it does get easier.
5. “It has to be PERFECT.” Perfectionism is at the root of a lot of peoples’ anxieties. But I challenge you with this- why? Why does it have to be perfect? What will happen if it’s not perfect?
The answer to that, usually, is “my partners will hate me/lose interest/think I’m stupid or a bad writer.” Perfectionism is usually a fear of judgment, and it’s usually fueled by feelings of inadequacy or fears of failure. So to that, I refer you back to the previous advice about negative automatic thoughts.
Challenge your thinking about your perfectionism. A good replacement thought for this one is “even if it’s not perfect, my partner will still be happy that I responded. My writing is still valuable to them.” Another good one- “imperfection means there’s room to grow. Mistakes don’t mean I’m a failure or no good.”
In general, don’t let anxiety say “I can’t do this.” You can do it. Anxiety is not a permanent state. The body cannot sustain it very long- the elevated heart rate, heavy breathing, heightened arousal- it’s physically impossible for it to last. Eventually, your body will start to calm itself and even back out. This is something that is very hard to sit with, because your natural instinct is to run away from the thing that’s making you anxious. Your instinct is to close the drafts folder, to close the messenger, to log out of tumblr and ignore it all completely. But the truth is, that only makes your anxiety worse in the long run.
Now, if these tips don’t help, or you’re finding your anxiety is so bad that it’s affecting your daily life in almost everything- I encourage people to please see a psychologist, psychiatrist, or some other mental health professional. Anxiety that’s chronically preventing you from doing the things you enjoy is anxiety that probably needs treatment. Having the extra support of a therapist or medication often makes it possible to implement some of these strategies, or find better ones that work for you. Especially if you’re having a hard time managing things on your own.
Anybody that wants to add to this with other ideas that have been helpful to you, please feel free to do so.
I just want to step out from my mini hiatus to say how proud I am of BTS. They are such incredible artists and more than that, such humble and amazing people. They deserved that win. So proud and happy for them and I hope they spend the rest of night enjoying themselves. They deserve it.
So… pretty much everyone is dead or removed into a different dimension other than Sam and Dean…
I’m not going to go into the whole alternate universes discussion as so many good points have already been made. For me its just a plot point to take Lucifer and Mary away at the same time as Cas, to lead to the s13 starting point of winning Mary and Cas back and eventually having Lucifer back on the board too, when Jack has done his ‘bad things’ and has been pointed towards the ‘righteous path’ by a certain couple of someones…
To keep it brief because I’m just very late to the board and I can see there has been so much meta and speculation already, here are my thoughts:
- Cas is dead.
Yeah, this is exactly what I expected *happy dance*
As you will all know if you have read my ‘break up theory’ meta which is just taking standard romantic story line structure and seeing where they fit, which they PERFECTLY fit into by the way, since season 4 til now now, at this ‘break up’ point which is where for example Ursula looks like she’s about to win Eric away from Ariel or the Beast has to let Belle go back to her father… it’s the last 20 minutes of the movie, basically.
I had said that 12x19 was going to be an argument and chosen separation, which it was, 12x20-22 was going to focus on Dean’s inner self and self acceptance, which it did, and 12x23 was going to have a forced separation, which it did. What could be better than Cas’s death at this point?! Seriously? For Dean, who has JUST figured out that he doesn’t want to hide behind his facade anymore, to have to now deal with losing Cas RIGHT AT THIS POINT. I nearly want to say ‘you can’t write this shit!’ but…clearly you can, thank you Dabb & Season 13 writers!
I’d even speculated about the fact that Mary would also be taken away at the same time (in order to downplay the Pining!Dean of course), but I hadn’t factored in that they would be taken away in separate ways, which is an interesting way to do it, but essentially still boils down to the same thing character-reaction wise.
There were only 2 things that I didn’t like in the way that this was done:
1. We didn’t get a hugely emotional reaction from Dean after the initial shock, but man, the initial shock stuff was GREAT (the screaming, the parallel with Sam/Jess when he’s pulled away, then the parallel with Cain/Colette when he falls to his knees…) BUT now we know that they filmed what happens next already? Jensen hinted that Dean cries? Also that we will see more reaction about this death in 13x01.
2. That Cas’s death felt like it was very much geared towards being a tool for Dean’s man pain, without telling us one way or another if Cas was being manipulated by Jack, whether Cas was right or wrong in his choices. Not treating this death as something relevant to CAS but only to DEAN. That really annoyed me as a big time Cas fan (but still mainly a Dean girl). BUT again, we have been told at Jibcon that the important thing is how this death AFFECTS / TRANSFORMS Cas so this is again going to be relevant to season 13.
So I’m totally forgiving them for not putting it in 12x23 if we are going to get it in the next episode and they told us at Jibcon so hellatus isn’t so hellish :)
Basically, it’s all on track for endgame Destiel, *yay*.
- Sam & Jack. Well…
I still do believe until proven otherwise that Jack still has a CHOICE to make about which way he takes his life and what he does.
I’ve said before that this season and now I’m even more convinced that season 12 was so Dean focused (and Cas) that season 13 should be very Sam focused, which it now looks like it definitely will be. I was thinking endgame Mol!Sam anyway but to have that kind of pushed forwards in 22 was… well honestly I found it slightly jarring in it’s speed, but hey. Now with Mol!Sam on track and Jack too, with Sam being the one to find him… yeah, season 13 is going to be VERY Sam focused.
The Nephilim story is a huge part of tieing up Sam’s self-forgiveness arc that centres around being Lucifer’s vessel, the bad choices he made to start with with Ruby, the demon blood, even then in s11 going back to the cage, but also the good choices he has made… the link between him and Jack is going to be key to his endgame arc.
I fully expect and hope to see Jack make some very bad decisions to start with but be led to being good in the long run by the boys, the Righteous Man and the Boy who rejected Lucifers plan for him, and probably eventually the Fallen Angel in love with Humanity, the direct mirror to his blood father …
For me this is where I see the story going in the long run.
I may be wrong but honestly I don’t see how it can be any other way, given the narrative over the last 12 years for the core characters: the overriding theme of free will, of choices and heart (love), of family being chosen, not just blood, all this creating who you choose to be as a person. If Jack ends up evil, fine, but it will have to be his CHOICE to be evil, and honestly, I don’t see that this is where they are going with this.
Cas is also linked to Jack in whatever way it is with the yellow grace, the fact that Jack chose Cas and Cas seems to have chosen Jack, whether it be against his will or not is yet to be seen and can only be speculated about, even though I have my own mind made up about this until proven otherwise…
But ALSO their stories are so similar - literally both stuck between Heaven and Earth.
Jack will be key to both SAM and CAS’s arcs next season, which makes total sense after s12 was all about Dean and deconstructing Performing!Dean, it was absolutely beautifully done.
- Other aspects:
Crowley is Dead, but for me he went out in a really good way and tbh I would be a bit upset at this point if they brought him back after that excellent Death.
The important thing is how this relates to Dean - who just the episode before has basically let down the walls to Performing!Dean, the ‘dark side’ that is sometimes associated with Crowley.
Then Crowley (who represents this dark side of Dean), dies after SAYING HE IS JUST DONE WITH IT ALL and kills HIMSELF.
CROWLEY’S DEATH IS THE METAPHORICAL DEATH OF THE DARK SIDE OF DEAN WINCHESTER WHICH I WROTE ABOUT MONTHS AGO AND I AM ALIVE.
Rowena’s death not so much but then again, she was always a villain until recently and, like Crowley, I understand that people like them both, but when you look at the awful things that they have done, to be honest, I’m not so hot on a redemption arc for them. Dying in a good way is what I would have wanted for both of them and Rowena’s death pisses me off as we were robbed of that (if she isn’t going to somehow come back).
- AUs don’t excite me and IDGAF unless they give us some good plot points and character arcs that tie in.
- Lucifer & Mary. Will be back for plot reasons, honestly, I hope they keep well out of season 13 until it is time for Jack to help out and if they are literally in 2 episodes I will be happiest but I doubt that, they will drag them and the stupid AU out for much more than its worth but eh, ok, fine. Shrugs and sticks to caring about the character driven storylines that will take place around this.
Overall, this wasn’t the character - driven finale I was hoping for, there was way too much faffing around in the AU, which I really don’t find interesting, way too much Lucifer BUT the themes are carrying forwards into season 13 as I had hoped they would, Cas’s death seems to be going to serve exactly the purpose for both his arc and Destiel that I would hope and this episode coupled with 22 makes me even more confident in my endgame wishlist.
Tink’s Endgame Positive Wishlist :
- Mol! Sam (and Eileen, Chuck I’m still bitter about that though, I really hoped her death would turn out to be a misdirection). Pretty much CHECK.
- Hunter / Mol collaboration with Sam and Dean as leaders. Pretty much CHECK.
- End of the brodependency, Dean acknowledging he was Sam’s parent and letting him go. CHECK.
- End of Performing!Dean. Pretty much CHECK.
- Destiel. Pretty much CHECK.
- Human!Cas and self worth and belonging for his arc. TBA probably next season, what happened this season makes no sense if not to lead to this.
❛ Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn’t color-blind! ❜
❛ Whoa. Look at that. Who’d wanna live in a place like that? ❜
❛ What’s that? It’s hideous! ❜
❛ Well, that’s not very nice. ❜
❛ It’s just a donkey. ❜
❛ That, would be my home. ❜
❛ I like that boulder. That is a nice boulder. ❜
❛ You know, you’re really quite a decorator.
❛ It’s amazing what you’ve done with such a modest budget. ❜
❛ Well, I have to save my ass. ❜
❛ Where are you going? The exit’s over there! ❜
❛ What kind of knight are you? ❜
❛ We both have layers. ❜
❛ You know, not everybody like onions. ❜
❛ I don’t care what everyone likes! ❜
❛ Parfait’s may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet! ❜
❛ That’ll do, Donkey. That’ll do. ❜
❛ Look, I’m not the one with the problem, okay? ❜
❛ It’s the world that seems to have a problem with me! ❜
❛ They judge me before they even know me - that’s why I’m better off alone… ❜
❛ So where is this fire-breathin’ pain in the neck, anyway? ❜
❛ Hey, where’re you going? ❜
❛ Oh man, I can’t feel my toes! ❜
❛ I think I need a hug. ❜
❛ Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t invite them!
❛ We were forced to come here! ❜
❛ Go into the forest and look for a blue flower with red thorns. ❜
❛ If you see any long tunnels, stay away from the light! ❜
❛ What’re the flowers for? ❜
❛ I’m not the monster here, you are! ❜
❛ Now tell me, where are the others? ❜
❛ I’ve tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end! ❜
❛ Huh, celebrity marriages. They never last, do they? ❜
❛ You didn’t slay the dragon? ❜
❛ It’s on my to-do list, now come on! ❜
❛ See? There you are, doing it again! ❜
❛ All she/he ever did was like you maybe, even love you! ❜
❛ I’m about to give you today’s three eligible bachelorettes. ❜
❛ That’s brimstone… we must be getting close. ❜
❛ Oh, you can’t tell me you’re afraid of heights? ❜
❛ Well, why didn’t he/she come to rescue me? ❜
❛ Well, I’m sorry, but your job is not my problem. ❜
❛ All right, you’re going the right way for a smacked bottom. ❜
❛ I steal from the rich and give to the needy…
❛ I’m not greedy - I rescue pretty damsels, man I’m good! ❜
❛ When a beauty’s with a beast it makes me awfully mad! ❜
❛ Well, it’s no wonder you don’t have any friends! ❜
❛ Wow! Only a true friend would be that cruelly honest! ❜
❛ ‘Cause I’m all alone, there’s no one here beside me. ❜
❛ My problems have all gone, there’s no one to deride me! ❜
❛ But you gotta have friends! ❜
❛ I mean, we should really get to know each other first. ❜
❛ Is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all? ❜
❛ Wow. Let’s do that again! ❜
❛ Please. I would'st look upon the face of my rescuer. ❜
❛ But… how will you kiss me? ❜
❛ What? That wasn’t in the job description! ❜
❛ No, it’s destiny! You must know how it goes! ❜
❛ Let’s just say, I’m not your type, all right?
❛ Do you know what that thing could do?
❛ This is the part where you run away. ❜
❛ Back, ya beast! Back! I warn ya! ❜
❛ The first thing I’m gonna do is build a ten-foot wall around my land. ❜
❛ I think this whole wall thing is to keep somebody out! ❜
❛ Oh, this is one of those onion things, isn’t it? ❜
❛ Oh, now we’re getting somewhere! ❜
❛ It’s… it’s been this way as long as I can remember. ❜
❛ Look, I ain’t never seen you like this before!
❛ It only happens when the sun goes down.
❛ Oh, that’s beautiful. I didn’t know you wrote poetry. ❜
❛ Only the true love’s kiss can break the spell.
❛ Oh, that’s funny. Oh. Oh. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. ❜
❛ Mmmm… This is good… mmm… this is really good… what is it? ❜
❛ I guess I’ll be dining a little differently tomorrow night… ❜
❛ Maybe you can come visit me in the swamp sometime… ❜
❛ Better out than in, I always say. ❜
❛ But that’s no way to behave in front of a princess/prince. ❜
❛ Go over there and see if you can find any stairs. ❜
❛ Cool! You handle the dragon, I’ll handle the stairs! ❜
❛ The wedding! We’ll never make it in time!
❛ Never fear! Where there’s a will, there’s a way. ❜
❛ Oh, what large teeth you have! ❜
❛ I guess you don’t, uh… entertain much. ❜
❛ That’s another thing we have in common.
❛ Can I stay with you? Please? ❜
❛ I’ve got a dragon and I’m not afraid to use it! ❜
❛ I don’t understand. I’m supposed to be beautiful. ❜
❛ I was hoping this would be a happy ending… ❜
❛ If I treat you so badly, then why did you come back, huh? ❜
❛ I forgive you - for stabbing me in the back! ❜
❛ Now hand over that big rock, the one that looks like your head! ❜
❛ Shouldn’t we stop to make camp? ❜
❛ I’m scarier than anything we’re gonna meet in this forest… ❜
❛ You’ve had a lot of time to plan this, haven’t you? ❜
❛ Wait a minute, I know what’s going on. ❛ You’re afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ Uh… What’d I miss? What’d I miss? ❜
❛ Oh, really? You and what army? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get a little privacy?
❛ I can talk. I love to talk. I’m the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. ❜
❛ Man, you gotta warn somebody before you crack one like that, my mouth was open and everything! ❜
As promised my cute little Nessian domestic fic. To hold you over until I finish chapter 10 of Shape of you =)
Nesta was beyond exhausted. Ever since they had come home from the healer their son had been a good baby. He had been an easy baby. On a schedule to eat and sleep around the same time every day. He barely cried, he smiled at her. He loved her and his father. He was a good baby, an easy baby. Everyone was obsessed with how easy he was. So different from Elain and Azriel’s little one.
But then something changed.
When he hit the 3 month mark and his father was called to check on the camps yet again. Cassian went without a second thought, even though he promised Nesta he would be here to help her in the first few months of their son’s life. Nesta hadn’t realized it until he was gone, but their son was more attached to his father than anyone else. They had bonded and now he only wanted Cassian.
He had been gone for longer than a few days. And for the two weeks Kaden wouldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard she tried Nesta couldn’t settle him. She was running on less than 3 hours of sleep.
She had tried everything. Nursing him. Changing him. Bouncing him. She sang to him. She rocked him. She bathed him, she rubbing his wings softly the way Cassian did. She had done everything her tired mind could think of.
And yet he was still crying.
“Please,” she sighed, “please Kaden stop crying. Mommy is tired.”
Harry was already up and dressing himself by the time my eyes opened to
Regardless of the fact I had woken in the middle of the night when I’d heard
his gentle whimpers, it felt like I’d had a pretty solid sleep. Waking felt
natural, welcomed and easy.
I watched as Harry buttoned up an extravagant, oversized blue shirt, flowers
woven into the material, climbing up towards the top as though his head was the
Heeeey my name is Christoph (he/him, 17yrs) Received my new gc2b binder a few days ago and I’m super happy bc this one fits perfectly!! My old one was way too small and I had to deal with a lot of back/rip pain and trouble while breathing 😞 I’m pre T but finally found a good therapist and they will hopefully give me all the papers I need to start T here in Germany. The past years I identified as a transguy but lately I often felt like agender so I’m a little bit confused… however, at least I’m still queer and gay af 🌈 I’m having a good time lately bc everyone on my new school calls me by my real name, I found real friends for the first time in my life and my antidepressants are doing their job 👍😊 my tumblr is allofthiswillburn so hmu 😊
I am so so so proud of them holy shit I’m still shaking (I wish they had performed at the show, but I’m still unbelievably happy)
so I also know I totally promised part 2 of The Devil Himself this weekend but I got super caught up with the BBMAs today and didn’t finish it so I’ll have to push it back, sorry :\ thank you for being patient though, I will upload it as soon as I can~
let’s just give it up to BTS one more time for winning the Top Social Artists and making history for themselves and for KPOP, they are actual kings
Yesss!!! Bts won the award at the bbma’s and oml I couldn’t be more happy for them! They deserve this award so much and have been through hell and back to get where they are now. Not only is this amazing for bts but it’s also amazing for kpop in general - kpop is finally getting the recognition that it deserves. Let’s celebrate their win and look forward to the next idols who will attend the bbma’s because this isn’t the end for international success ❤🙏
Hey, if you are still taking prompts, can I request academy fitzsimmons falling in love and getting together?
Hi anon, thank you for the prompt! I know it’s not ~technically Academy Era since they’re not at the Academy, but I hope this is still alright!
(Also, I could possibly be persuaded to write parts of this from Jemma’s POV, especially the last few bits of it, just an fyi…)
I’ve had some trouble recently with the read more line not working on mobile, so if that’s a problem, please let me know and we’ll work something out! I’m more than happy to do what I can to make sure everyone can enjoy my fics!
It was the final day of classes for his first year at the
Academy, and having finished all of his finals and in possession of a plane
ticket back to Glasgow for that evening, Fitz was rushing around his dorm room
like a madman, shoving things haphazardly into his open suitcase. He’d meant to be packed before then, but
things had kept getting in the way, and…and perhaps,
there may have been a part of him that wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Logically, he knew that packed or not, he was going to have
to leave the Academy campus eventually, and of
course he was excited to see his mum again, but…
“This is why I left you all of those notes, reminding you to
pack, for weeks,” Jemma pointed out,
crossing her arms over her chest and narrowly avoiding the wrinkled-up t-shirt
he’d tossed at the suitcase on the bed beside her. “Honestly, Fitz.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I’d have packed before now if you hadn’t
kept me busy twenty-four-seven with your ridiculous study sessions,” Fitz shot
back, eyeing the pile of clothes in the top drawer of his dresser, then
shrugging and scooping it all up into his arms to carry it over to his bed.
Jemma actually cringed
as she watched him dump the heap of unfolded clothes into the suitcase. “Are
you sure you don’t want me to do some folding for you? I wouldn’t mind…”
“Oh c’mon Simmons, we both know you’re asking for entirely
selfish reasons,” Fitz half-joked, planting his hands on his hips and arching
an eyebrow at her. “In fact, I take a great amount of pleasure in the thought
of you on a plane back home to Sheffield, twitching the entire way because you
can’t stop thinking ‘bout my suitcase full of wrinkled laundry.”
Watching the first clip of the new episode was so hard cause you can see how Sana is struggling… she really doesn’t know what to do?? She doesn’t fully believe in all her religion “rules”, she can’t go back to her Muslim previous friends cause clearly something happened, her new friends don’t understand her and also they don’t actually seem to care much about her, it’s always been hard for her to have non-Muslim friends but she always believed she could do it without having to give up on her religion even if her family (mum) was clearly not so happy about it but now everything seems to come apart?? Cause while trying to do that some of her friends (isak, even) have been hurt and also her has been hurt and nobody is fucking trYING TO HELP HER OR AT LEAST BE THERE FOR HER!!!!!